He slams into me again and again, and my nails rake down his back.
“Fuck, babe. I’m going too hard. Trying to hold back…you’re so good though,” he grits out.
“Oh God—Logan—don’t stop?—”
“I won’t,” he growls. “Not until you come for me again. Want to feel you clench around me. Come on, baby.”
And I do.
With a cry that tears from my throat, I explode around him, wave after wave crashing through me. His name on my lips. My body shuddering.
He pulls out fast, panting, jaw clenched, and strokes himself once, twice before coming hard across my belly, warm and messy and perfect.
We stay like that for a moment.
Sweaty. Breathless. His forehead resting against mine, his hand still on my hip.
No words.
Just the wreckage of everything we’ve been holding back.
Logan’s breath mingles with mine, hot and heavy in the air. I can feel the weight of our shared moment settling between us, a fragile intimacy that feels both electric and soothing. Slowly, he helps me off the counter, his hands gentle as they guide me down. A mix of disbelief and sheer joy bubbles up inside me.
“Let’s get cleaned up,” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from my face. His touch sends a shiver down my spine, reminding me of all the little things I missed about this.
My gut clenches, and I try not to get ahead of the moment.
This is just a rebound, Cassie.
We make our way to the bathroom, where I splash some water on my face, glancing up at him in the mirror. His gaze is intense, filled with warmth and something deeper as he stares at me.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing.”
I tilt my head.
He watches me, a small smile playing on his lips, like he’s trying to memorize every detail.
Once we’re both somewhat presentable, he takes my hand and leads me to my bedroom.
“Wait,” I say, stopping at the doorframe.
“Yeah?”
“You want to…sleep in the same room?” I ask, tentative.
“Obviously.”
“But Logan?—”
“No buts. Unless it’s me smacking yours. Come on. We don’t have to be in the same bed every night, but we’re not sleeping separate tonight.”
Logan crawls in first, scooting back against the headboard. I pause at the edge of the bed, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and hesitation. It’s been so long since I’ve slept in the same bed as someone—since my ex—and the thought sends a wave of uncertainty through me.
“Cassie?” he asks, his voice soft and concerned.
I meet his gaze, feeling the weight of the moment. “I…I just haven’t shared a bed in a while,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. “It’s a lot.”
